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"FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!" I scream – whispered in disbelief. That's a lot of money, it's half a million.
"Well what the hell did you expect?" he sneered, obviously annoyed.
It's been a week since I tried to visit so I decided to give it another shot, I can't avoid it forever. I slumped back in my chair and sighed. I've been planning on what I was going to say for four whole months, and here I am, completely speechless and stumped on what to say. But what am I supposed to say?
"Why are you even here?" his voice was uninviting. I kind of wish he didn't break the silence.
"Um I don't know maybe cause' you –"
He cut me off, "Shhh!" He looked around to see if any bystander was eavesdropping.
I could tell he didn't want to talk to me, I was the reason he's here, but I have to talk to him. I just don't know what to say.
"Why did you do it?" This question never leaves my mind. I ponder it day after day coming up with answers myself but never knowing the truth. Now's my chance.
There's another long silence. After a few minutes of staring at each other in complete quiet I knew he wasn't going to answer me. So I decided to break the ice this time.
"Look Steven –" I started, but of course he cut me off again.
"I don't want to hear it," he continued after pausing, "I'm fine."
"No! I can't live like this!" I started to break down. "I can't live with this guilt anymore! It's eating me alive!"
"Jackie –" he remained Zen, but I cut him off this time.
"No! You listen now. I can't do this! I can't lie to everyone's faces! I can't sleep at night knowing what I did! I can't sleep at night knowing that you took the blame for something that I did! I can't sleep at night with the fact that it was your mom! I can't Steven, I just can't do it anymore!" I broke. He's the only one I could tell this too, cause' he's the only one who knows. It definitely felt good to let it out, I'm just dreading his reaction.
"If you want to help, just find me five hundred grand for my bail and we'll call it even." I don't understand how he could remain so Zen. That just shows you that he's either mentally strong, or mentally dead.
I nodded my head. I'll do it, but we still won't be even. I don't think we'll ever be even.
"Jackie?!"
I cursed under my breath as Lumberjack and Skinny Neighbor Boy walked in.
"Welcome to Fatsoburger. How may I serve you?"
They didn't say anything. They were too busy laughing their scrawny little asses off.
"Welcome to Fatsoburger. How may I serve you?" I repeated, ignoring them.
"I never thought I'd see the day Jackie Burkhart work!" The giant red head said in between laughs.
"Shut up. I need the money okay?" I think that's the first truth I've told Donna in months.
I know this minimum waged job isn't gonna cut the cheese, but it's a start. And it's not like I could depend on "Daddy" for money anymore.
Me and Donna aren't as close as we used to be. Well I'm not close to anyone anymore, but especially Donna. We actually became best friends over the years and now we're almost like strangers. Well not strangers, but definitely not "best friends". It's really depressing actually. I go to the Forman's a few times a week so they don't get suspicious, but the rest of the time I'm by myself in my tiny one bedroom apartment. Like I said… it's depressing.
"Welcome to Fatsoburger. How may I serve you?" I repeated myself for the third time hoping they would get the hint that I didn't want to talk to them.
"Um two burgers and two cokes Miss Workaholic," Eric chuckled.
Ha Ha Ha. Hilarious. I can't control my laughter. If only they could hear the sarcasm in my thoughts.
"Is that for here or to go?"
"Well it was gonna be to go…" Donna started.
"But I think for here would be more entertaining," Eric finished.
"To go it is," I continued, "$4.75"
*Flashback* (Hyde's POV)
August 20, 1980
Edna's been gone for years, sleeping with random men, choosing them over her own son. And NOW she decides to come back into my life? I don't think so. This already happened to me once with Bud. Of course she's only back cause she needs something from me. A kidney? She really expects me to give her a kidney after everything? Ha funny. Karma sure is a bitch aint she?
"So you're just gonna watch your own poor mother slowly and painfully die?" She pleads after I rejected her.
She's not my mother. A real mom wouldn't abandon her only child in an empty house.
"Yup," I popped the P and opened to front door to Grooves for her to leave, hopefully for good. Jackie's gonna be over soon, she wants to "discuss" things. Whatever that means. But if it means I get some make up sex, I'm all up for it.
"Steven!" Edna screeched, "How could you do this to me?"
"Have fun in hell," I smirked. I know it's wrong to say that to the woman who gave birth to you, but I truly hate her.
"I've changed! 40 years old is too young to die!" she pleaded.
"Yeah? And 17 years old is too young to fend for myself," I growled.
"Oh Steven, stop living in the past!" Huh, she's still a grouch.
"I'm not, I just left you there."
"Oh real mature,"
"Yup, had to grow up when I was left by myself," I remained Zen.
"I changed! I promise!" she begged.
I had her in the palm of my hands.
"I don't," I stated plain and simple, motioning her to the door.
"You know Steven," she smiled deviously, "I didn't wanna do this," she pulled something out of her old torn up black leather purse, "But it's either my way or the highway."
I came face to face with a black .32 Revolver.
Damn, I knew she was nuts, but I didn't think she was this crazy.
*End of flashback* (To be continued)
(Jackie's POV)
Fez. He's easy. I'll just buy him a bunch of playboys.
Kitty's making us do the stupid Secret Santa thing again this year. But she has a good heart, so we pretend to be excited like little six year olds on Christmas morning when they see all the presents under the Christmas tree. I miss those days. Daddy used to buy everything on my Christmas list for me. Back then I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. But as I grew up I realized he just did it to make up for all the times he was too busy working. He was pretty much buying my love. I was so gullible back then. I didn't know the first thing about the real world. I was too busy being selfish and materialistic. Back then the only worry I had was deciding what shoes would go good with what outfit. Now I have a crap load of worries sitting on my lap, burying me six feet deep.
Christmas is in three weeks and I know I definitely won't have the five hundred grand by then. This whole working at Fatsoburger is pointless. I get LESS then minimum wage. At this rate, Steven's sentence will be over by the time I get the money. If this was two years ago I would have had daddy pay the bail. He probably would if I played my cards right. I'll just have to find a different way to come up with the money. Fast.
*Flashback* (Jackie's POV)
August 20, 1980
I finally got my makeup to perfection after doing and redoing it over and over again. I'm meeting up with Steven later and I have to look absolutely stunning, you know so he knows what he's missing out on…I'll convince myself that later. I double checked my hair and makeup again before I headed out the door. I didn't realize how hot it was today, I would have dressed more appropriate. I hopped in the Lincoln and turned up The Animals "House of the Rising Sun" and drove down the road recklessly, just my style.
"There's a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god, I know I'm one."
He told me to meet me at Grooves at 9:00 – closing. I took the long way to stall time.
The door was locked and the blinds were shut so I went to the back like he told me so.
I nearly choked on my own saliva when I saw the .32 Revolver pointing at Steven – my Steven.
AN: So what do you guys think? Even though no ones reviewed yet xD . Anyways, I know I made Edna sound really evil and selfish with the whole gun thing but I had to, to make it fit in with the story line. So sorry about that :b Well reviews are highly appreciated (: